Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Sunday, August 4, 2002

A Sunday the 4th of August, 2002



The last of my Skenan 100mg
Morphine Sulphate, rough going in
Enough to worry me until it subsides
And the Morphine sets in, washing
Through me like a tide of hope
It reminds me that I can live on
Through every devastating tragedy
Life is neither short nor long
When you aren't afraid of death
And don't know your fate.
Published by G. Etranger at 12:00 AM

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